Walker Of The Worlds

Chapter 3430: A Month Of Tournament

Body cultivator after body cultivator flew out of the ring.

Immortal after immortal fell without landing a single strike.

She went through hundreds without slowing down. This time, though, she did not aim to break her own record. She simply fought with a steady pace, saving strength for later rounds.

When she reached six hundred straight victories, her next opponent stepped into the ring.

He was tall, broad shouldered, and his muscles looked like carved granite. His skin carried a faint metallic sheen. His aura radiated the pressure of a solid Sixth Tribulation Stage immortal.

The announcer called out his name and origin.

"Participant Shi Feng of the Western Ridge Iron Sovereign Kingdom!"

Cattaleya squinted at him curiously.

Her opponent bowed slightly. "I have been waiting to test myself against you, One Flick Woman."

The crowd grew silent with anticipation.

They had been waiting for someone who could survive at least one hit.

Cattaleya cracked her knuckles. "Let us see if you can take it then."

Their clash shook the ring.

The man actually blocked her first flick. The air rippled when her finger grazed his metallic hide, and he only slid back a meter.

A roar erupted from the audience.

Cattaleya’s brow rose.

The next nine flicks came faster, stronger, sharper.

Shi Feng held firm for the first three.

He staggered at the fourth.

The fifth forced him to plant his feet hard enough to crack the tiles.

The sixth shattered part of his defensive aura.

The seventh made him cough blood.

The eighth launched him into the air.

And the ninth sent him tumbling across half the stadium.

The tenth flick finally ended the match. He crashed out of the ring with a thunderous impact.

The audience exploded into cheers.

Shi Feng, lying on the ground and bruised but conscious, laughed breathlessly.

"That was... incredible."

Cattaleya gave him a satisfied grin before leaving the ring.

Her streak had once again set the city buzzing. The fact that someone had taken ten flicks was unbelievable, and yet she had still defeated him with ease.

The next month slipped by in a blur of battles, crowds, roars, and the constant ringing of fists on flesh. For most contestants, this tournament was a sacred chance to test their limits. For Lin Mu and Cattaleya, it had devolved into something closer to an amusement pastime.

Both of them walked through match after match with casual ease, and while neither of them openly admitted it, they were beginning to treat the fights as warm up routines for the real battles yet to begin.

Lin Mu focused entirely on point accumulation now.

After discovering how expensive the rewards he truly wanted were, he decided there was no merit in short fights anymore. Every streak mattered. Every punch mattered. Every opponent was converted into a single, precious point.

Thus his streaks grew longer and longer.

People began timing how long it took him to defeat a thousand opponents.

People recorded how many punches he used on average per match.

Before long, the numbers became well known.

Average punches per fight: 1.3.

Fastest thousand streak: sixty eight minutes.

Most consecutive fights without needing to shift his stance: eight hundred twenty three.

Even the Martial Fist King sect disciples who believed themselves the epitome of body cultivation began to shiver at the thought of facing him. His reputation, once overshadowed by Cattaleya, had risen to equal her. Now the city had two monsters instead of one.

Cattaleya faced similar reactions.

Though she tried to break her own record of ten thousand sixty seven wins, she found the road blocked by stronger and stronger opponents. The next highest streak she achieved was six thousand exactly before a Seventh Tribulation Stage immortal from the Great Horn Martial Sect appeared and actually managed to resist her flicks for several seconds.

The man had a physique so dense it resembled a fortified mountain, and his bones were said to be tempered with metal essence. Even his skin had a faint bronze hue.

Cattaleya flicked him once.

He didn’t move.

She finally resolved to a punch.

He staggered.

Twice.

He spat blood.

Thrice.

He roared and activated a defensive technique she had never seen before.

Four more punches finally sent him sliding backward in grooves carved into the fighting platform.

She beat him, of course. But the thrill had returned to her eyes.

"That one was fun," she declared, cracking her knuckles. "Finally someone forced me to use proper punches."

Daoist Chu silently took notes. Anyone who could enjoy being forced to use seven punches needed mental evaluation.

Little Shrubby, watching from a shaded section of the audience seats, nodded proudly, tail swishing lazily. He always approved of people who solved their problems with a single strike.

Still, Cattaleya’s streak fell short. Six thousand was impressive, but she could not get close to her first monstrous run again. Strong opponents were finally showing up in numbers.

And Lin Mu soon encountered the same.

His nine thousand streak was still the longest of the latter half of the tournament, but it required effort. Not in terms of his actual strength, but because he kept having to slow down to analyze his opponents’ techniques.

Several of them used exotic body cultivation arts that even Lin Mu had never seen. They were slower and weaker than him, but the techniques were unique enough to pique his curiosity.

If anything, it made him fight even more enthusiastically.

But he stopped his nine thousand streak early.

Not because he was tired.

Not because someone defeated him.

But because Meng Bai’s second round match was scheduled to begin in thirty minutes and Lin Mu wanted to be present.

The audience was baffled.

The Martial Fist King sect elders were baffled.

Even Cattaleya was baffled.

However, all of them had to accept reality.

The One Punch Man was a man of priorities.

And Meng Bai’s fight mattered far more than continuing a streak that Lin Mu knew he could replicate later without difficulty.